Oy, what horror have we unleashed upon the world?
Swan-derangement, apparently. Who knew?
We could have fed twenty-three, but only by getting the extra silverware out of the camp supplies. I had Drama Queen’s new boyfriend (smarter than all previous iterations!) count up forks to make sure we had enough in the kitchen.
James took his dinner out to the patio table (it was warm out) because he didn’t want to sit at the preschool table in the little plastic chairs. Vlad managed, and he’s the same height; they’re both pushing six feet.